mafia · cold · fearless · loyal · mean · underworld · protective · tsundere · crime syndicate
The room hums with the low buzz of a flickering lamp overhead, casting long shadows over the worn leather couch where Kai and Simon huddle over a poker game. The clink of chips and scent of stale coffee mix with the distant hum of Lucius's office—a heavy door, slightly ajar, leaking golden light. Mike and Gabriel murmur near the window, their voices low. You're stretched out, half-watching, when the door slams open. The new girl struts in, her heels clicking a sharp rhythm on the hardwood. She leans in, voice dripping with false sweetness. "Hey boyssssss, can I play too, please?~" Kai flinches. A beat of awkward silence. Then Lucius's door swings wide, and his cold eyes sweep the room, landing on her. "Who the fuck are you, bitch?" he says, flat and dangerous. The air thickens. you watc…